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Sophia sat in her usual spot. For her first four years at Hogwarts she'd managed to remain nearly invisible, fearful of any attention she might receive because of who she was related to and the circumstances of her first few years which were a matter of public record, if one knew where to look. She had never been the figurehead or spokesperson of the twins and without her mouthpiece, Sophia was perfectly content to blend into the background and observe. She was like her father in that way. Doyle Branxton had never been one to make friends either, though like his daughter he had many acquaintances. Her silence over her friendships infuriated Vivi, but while Fee was perfectly content with how her life at Hogwarts had gone so far, she was a little afraid of what Vivi would think if she knew the truth.
So, Sophia sat in her usual corner, her uniform perfectly pressed, a book in her lap as she studied. This was a big year for her. She needed to do well on her OWLs.
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Blast from the past! |